A bizarre resurrection: I, Yang Jian, am bound by a contract with the school beauty!

They walked out of the passage.

The scene before my eyes.

The pupils of everyone present contracted to their maximum size in an instant.

Here...like

It is the backstage area of ​​an old opera troupe.

There is a lot of space.

All around were hung various brightly colored theatrical costumes.

Huge wooden crates were open, filled with glittering headdresses and props.

in the air.

It was filled with a rich, complex aroma, a blend of sandalwood, perfume, and aged wood.

And in the center of this backstage area.

Dozens of dressing tables were actually filled with people!

They were dressed in colorful costumes, facing the mirror, meticulously drawing their eyebrows, applying eye makeup, and dotting their lips...

Their movements were slow and graceful, with an indescribable sense of rhythm.

In the mirror.

What is reflected are faces covered with thick layers of paint, pale, crimson, and black...

It depicts exaggerated expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

The burly men seemed to be frozen in place, as if struck by a spell, their blood seemingly turning to ice at that moment.

Their backs were instantly soaked with cold sweat.

people?

Do not!

There's no way anyone alive could be in this damn hotel except for the players!

These……

Those sitting here must all be...ghosts!

Dozens...

Dozens of vengeful ghosts sat quietly before them, applying makeup and preparing...

The fourth floor of this hotel.

It turned out to be a den inhabited by such a vengeful ghost!

This scene.

The visual impact and psychological shock it brought far exceeded their limits.

The young man, who had been acting cowardly, suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted from fright, collapsing limply to the ground.

And he fell to the ground.

It seemed to have disturbed the "people" who were doing their makeup.

"Squeak—"

A soft sound.

The ghost closest to them, dressed in a Qingyi Dan (female role in Peking Opera) costume, slowly, very slowly, stopped using the eyebrow pencil in his hand.

then.

Its neck, at an angle that defies human anatomy, cracked and popped as it slowly turned around.

The face, covered in paint, was facing them.

The corner of the mouth.

He gave a smile that was eerily unsettling.

Followed by.

"Squeak—"

"Squeak—"

"Squeak—"

At that moment, all the "people" and all the ghosts stopped what they were doing.

They all turned their heads in unison.

Dozens of faces painted with heavy ink, and dozens of pairs of empty, resentful eyes hidden beneath the paint, all stared at them in unison under the dim light!

that moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

Strong men, women, Black people...

In the live stream room of their country.

The previously clear image suddenly flashed without any warning.

"Sizzle—"

After a piercing crackling sound of electricity.

The screen instantly went completely black.

[Connection interrupted]

Four large, cold white characters appeared in the center of the screen.

The real world.

All the viewers watching these players' live streams were stunned.

[Is it...closed?]

What happened?! Why is the live stream black?!

They failed...their attempt to survive failed!

Dead?! They're all dead?! How did they die?!

"I didn't see any ghosts attacking them! Those ghosts just... just turned their heads and glanced at them!"

A huge wave of panic and confusion swept the globe in an instant.

They don't understand.

I just don't understand!

Their players proceeded cautiously and carefully from the moment they entered the fourth floor.

They didn't touch any strange props, didn't step on any suspicious footprints, and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

But why...did he still die?

What exactly are the rules of murder in this opera troupe?!

……

Meanwhile, on the second floor.

Yang Jian walked out of Li Yao's room 202.

In the corridor.

It was still that deathly darkness, with only the candlelight on the wall flickering tirelessly.

night, deeper.

The eerie, chilling aura in the air grew even stronger.

Yang Jian could clearly sense it.

This hotel is awakening from its slumber.

Those "things" that had been lurking in every corner began to stir.

A cold smile curved his lips.

Those things started to move.

And myself...

It's just the right time to start hunting.

Through his observations and experiences over this period, Yang Jian knew very well that as long as he was in this strange instance, the fusion progress between his body and the character "Yang Jian" would slowly increase.

But that's too slow.

Slow as a snail.

There is only one way to truly and quickly unlock more abilities.

That is... eating!

Devouring vengeful spirits and strange artifacts!

And this eerie hotel.

In his eyes, it was an untapped restaurant, brimming with top-quality ingredients!

of course.

The restaurant also had some "hard dishes" that he didn't want to deal with for the time being.

such as.

That being that can leave charred footprints, causing all vengeful ghosts to retreat in fear.

With my current abilities.

If they were to meet head-on, it's hard to say who would devour whom.

and so.

Hunting should begin with some basic, appetizing snacks.

such as……

Yang Jian's gaze.

It landed on its own room—201.

such as.

That thing that's lurking in the furnace.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Jian walked straight to the old stove in the corner of the room and picked up the matches and firewood next to it.

"Whoosh!"

The match struck.

A cluster of orange flames leaped up in the darkness.

He brought the flame closer to the fuel.

soon.

Flames then ignited in the stove.

The viewers in the Kyushu live stream were instantly excited by Yang Jian's sudden action.

Unlike the constant anxiety and fear experienced by audiences in other countries.

In Kyushu's live stream room.

There was an almost frenzied excitement at that moment.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! What is Yang Shen trying to do?!]

He lit the stove! He actually lit the stove himself!

[Didn't they say there was a ghost in the stove?! Is Yang Shen going to... take action against the ghost in the stove?!]

[That's so awesome! While others are trying to avoid ghosts, Yang Shen is actively seeking them out!]

Can he...eat the ghost in the fireplace?

[Nonsense! When has Yang Shen ever done anything he wasn't confident about? If he dared to start the fire, he can definitely handle that ghost perfectly!]

Under the watchful eyes of millions of viewers, Yang Jian continued to add fuel to the furnace.

The flames burned ever brighter.

It started as an orange-yellow color and gradually turned into a glaring bright white.

The entire room.

Illuminated by this unprecedented light, as bright as day, all shadows were completely dispelled.

The light completely enveloped Yang Jian's body.

It was at this very moment.

The intense white light cast his shadow on the wall behind him.

however.

When the whole world.

Everyone who saw this scene through the live stream was stunned.

Their eyes widened suddenly, and their breath stopped for a moment.

because.

On that wall, something appeared...

It wasn't a shadow at all!

As the light grew brighter and more intense.

One...

Two...

three...

One after another, dark, twisted, and varied shadows seemed to break free from some kind of restraint, and were forcibly peeled from Yang Jian's body, projecting onto the cold wall!

Those shadows.

Some were tall, some were hunched over, some had twisted limbs, and some were even... completely unrecognizable as human!

they.

Like a living creature, it wriggled, struggled, and roared wildly on the wall.

Like a horde of demons imprisoned for eternity!

This moment.

The whole world was silent.

Everyone's mind was completely blank.

This……

What kind of monster is this?!